The light: another morning following another evening
And another night in the cellar vaults, where memories drown
In floods of stale delight; and nothing worth remembering...
The dragging, trite accounts of frantically talkative clowns;
And every night alike: the laughter's hollow ringing,
The candles' numbing light, my numb and weary frown,
Our rigid rite of gaiety; and nothing worth remembering...
A slight increase of silence, the candles melted down:
Our carnival, contrite, decelerates. The bitter end impending
On bright spasmodic smiles, flashing like traffic lights.
Through the gloom of lugubrious musings, a flash of insight
Is lost to the knell of daylight; and nothing worth remembering...
